There’s a friend of mine who doesn’t talk much.
That suits me fine, because I do.
Willie is my age, mid-70s, and has endured a challenging stretch of major medical problems. In a group of close friends, Willie rarely shares about his hospital stays, his surgeries and his lack of mobility. He sits there, sips his coffee and listens to the rest of us go on and on.
When I helped him out to his car last week, I asked, “Willie, what’s your secret? How can you stay so positive when your body is going to hell?” (good friends can talk that way to each other)
Willie smiled at me and whispered, as if telling me a secret, “It’s simple. You go with what you got.”
Driving home, I was a bit disappointed. I had expected more out of Willie.
Then I replayed in my mind the wisdom of his words as they applied to me: “You go with what you got.”
Willie doesn’t talk much. But he’s a pretty brainy guy.